"Maybe that's what you think, but I'm a woman and know about these things. Gerry is in love with you. It hurt her to see us together," Robin said with...a little sad voice.We dropped the subject there. A strange feeling ran through me as I had watched Gerry walk away. I shook it off and went back to trying to impress Robin.Saturday we went on tour of the brewery, something I hadn't done to do before. I hadn't been of legal age and couldn't make use of the sampling room so I hadn't gone. We went. Everytime she pumped faster, Cary would kiss her neck and breathe quietly "Slow down Baby, slow down, you'll be so happy you did." Whitney would grunt disapproval and follow his instructions. His own pace increased slightly as he began his assent into paradise. His cock was increasing in size as he stroked into her deliciously hot pussy. She began to whimper as she now was completely under his spell. Her hips rose and fell meeting his exact rhythm and tempo. Soon Cary was pumping at the rate. Jason and I took whatever chance we could for intimacy. We became rather more daring as time went on. For example, I would make an excuse that I was going down to Tom’s, or some place like that. Then I would wait, and creep back up to the bathroom where Jason was waiting for me to shower.We would wash each other, smiling and kissing softly, not even daring the softest of whispers, but communicating only through eyes, face, and touch.We had learned to make love in the shower as well, and while. "Endurance, I thought to myself. What was she talking about? But she just pointed at my jeans."Off, please."Now, again, I'd made out with some girls at school and fooled around a bit, but this was beyond anything I'd ever even conceived in my head. I had a gorgeous, naked Italian woman still in her 30's telling me to remove my pants. I couldn't comply fast enough.I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my legs, where they stuck on my shoes. Genius that I am, I'd forgotten to take them off..